Yuji Eating Finger

“Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty sl*t who fantasies about f*ck*ng her step brother?” Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily s*ck on it, picturing it to be his c*ck. Hasan’s mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me s*ck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger. He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. “Open your mouth.” He orders and I obey. He takes in a deep breath as though calming himself and before I knew it, hot liquid drops into my mouth. Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more. “Swallow.” I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva. A proud smile appears on his face. “There’s my good little sl*t.” ***** I hate Hasan Olivera. I can’t stand him. The way he walks into the room like he owns the place, the smug smirk that says he already knows what I am thinking. He’s insufferably cocky, sharp-tongued, insanely hot and fully aware of it. And those eyes? Dark, knowing, endlessly amused by the fact that, no matter how much I pretend otherwise, I’m completely drawn to him. I want him to f*ck me. I want him to claim me. I want him to be mine because I belong to him. But he's my step brother. And I hate my step brother. -------

On the day of her engagement, her boyfriend had run off. She drowned her sorrows unexpectedly, then she made love with her boyfriend's older brother. Two families caught the two people the next morning in bed! "If that's the case, then get married!" The man who had always been cold and calm used a simple sentence that couldn't be simpler than the conclusion of the relationship between the two. Marrying Damian Desmond??? She doesn't dare! From childhood to adulthood, for some reason, the person she feared the most was him. Her world with his was radically different. Who is Damian Desmond? The pillar of the nation, the elite of society, the first family, the first intelligence, the heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate, and she is just a child of a second wife, not just a slow mind. A slow, reluctant appearance can only be considered elegant, the family background goes without saying, it is as different as chalk and cheese. So, in everyone's eyes, Fiona Forger, she is "an ugly toad dreaming of eating swans. So this time, basically no one expected that the person who ran off was her...

It all began in London when 4-year-old Claire witnessed a bigger boy getting bullied, "Hey! Let him go or I'll break your legs and give them to Mr Boo!" "Everyone, it's Claire!" One of the boys shouted and they all ran away from her. She had a standing reputation for beating up youngsters, and she was so popular among them. Claire went to the bullied boy, and instead of helping him up, she shook her head at him, "Such a crybaby. My Mr Boo is stronger than you.'' She flaunted her little teddy bear, which she called Mr Boo, in the boy's face and scoffed at him. ''Thank you." The boy appreciated. "It's okay." The boy stood up from the floor and dusted his tux pants, "What's your name?" Claire must return to find her father, so, there was no time to reply to him. She subconsciously dropped Mr Boo as she left. The boy picked up the bear from the floor, and on the teddy, he saw a raised index finger and a raised middle finger, forming a V shape. "Her name must start with a V. Veronica? Victory? Or probably Violent?" He kept on guessing what her name could be with a smile on his face. .... That marked the first time Claire met her anonymous admiral. She forgot about him, but did he? What would happen when he suddenly appeared before Claire in a totally different identity? What happened when he had grown so much that he couldn't love Claire purely, but was obsessed with her after watching her grow? How much would Claire take when she had to babysit him because she liked her men cute and shy, and he made himself a handful of those? Find out and there are a lot more to uncover....

On the day I vomit blood while eating on a livestream, I rise to the top in the platform streamer rankings. My older brother, Julian Everhart, bursts into my room, kicks over my streaming equipment, and violently shoves me to the floor. My fiance, Dominic Pierce, tells everyone on the livestream that I'm just trying to attract attention and rake up the views by faking my illness. In an instant, I get cyberbullied by everyone. The Internet users keep leaving malicious comments and cursing me to die. All of my photos are crossed out. Someone even dumps silver acid onto my front door. What everyone doesn't know is that I will die in three days because of Wolf Soul Deterioration. On the day I die, I start the livestream for the final time. Tens of millions of viewers rush into my stream instantly and begin cursing me out for my lack of morality. They bash me for faking my illness just to gain popularity and attract attention. But the next thing they know, my heart monitor flatlines right away. Everyone begins panicking instantly. Julian and Dominic shift into their wolf forms instantly and rush toward the hospital desperately begging me not to die.

On our engagement day, my fiancee, Lucille Perry, had her childhood best friend, Derek Miller, show up with a box of handmade cookies as a gift. Out of basic courtesy, I picked one up and took a bite. Derek and a few of his buddies burst out laughing. "This mama's boy can't even recognize his own mother's ashes!" My stomach churned violently. Shocked and furious, I lunged at him to throw a punch, but Lucille desperately held me back. Derek looked at me smugly and grinned. "Since you already ate it, why don't you tell everyone how your mom tastes?" I was so angry that I kicked him right in the face. However, Lucille turned around and slapped me hard across the cheek. "Spencer Bourdain, is this really necessary? Can't you take a joke? Eating a little bit of ashes won't kill you. Look at how petty you're being!" My heart went completely numb. I quietly pulled out my phone and sent a message to a certain number. [The wedding reception is ready. All we need now is you, the bride-to-be.]

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!! A devastated lady went to a bar to drink away her pains after she caught her fiance and her bestie on the bed. At that moment of her being drunk, she mistakenly took a tycoon CEO as a host to attend to her needs. Under the desperation to get away from her pains on what her fiance did to her. She had a hot night with the strange man under the influence of the she took. Just one night that change her life forever. What happens, when the stranger she thought to be a host want more than just a night with her. "I want him!"She squealed, pointing a well manicured finger to the god of a man. There were gasps in the room as everyone gawked at the woman who dared to point a finger at the stranger. She obviously didn't know who he was, other wise, she wouldn't have dared to alter the words that came out of her mouth. "I said, I want him!" She repeated even louder than before. "Madam, I think you should sit down and continue your drink. You're digging your own grave!" The waiter whispered. "Oh shut the up! I want him and I will get him!" She screamed again, ignoring the waiter's warning. Her loud voice finally got the attention of the mysterious man. He looked around him and noticed that the beautiful drunk woman was indeed pointing at him. "I said I want him! He is the host!" She was saying. A wicked smirk curled up the mysterious man's lips as he observed Aria. She would make a good meal for the night. "Go bring get me that woman." He whispered to one of his men.

“You are the property of the Don. You belong to me, and I won’t hesitate to burn anyone who even thinks of laying a finger on you,” he murmured, his hot, husky breath brushing against my ear. My breath hitched as I feel his lips pressed against my neck. “Mine to devour,” he whispered, his voice trailing lower. “Mine alone.” •••• When Iris is sold by her grandmother, only to be auctioned and bought by the most dangerous man she’d ever laid eyes on—Damon Vyone —her world fractures. A man who kills without flinching. Now, she belongs to him. Nowhere to run. No escape. And he has no intention of letting her out of his sight.

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

My husband, Mark Thompson, and I went hiking. After eating some wild berries I picked, he was poisoned and died. When I got home, a woman named Sarah Miller and her son, Tommy Miller, showed up at my door. It turned out Mark had given them our house and car. On top of that, he owed them a huge amount of money. I ended up giving them all the savings I had. To care for my sick mother-in-law, Judith Thompson, I worked three jobs. I was surviving on basic meals like bread and butter. After years of exhausting work, I collapsed in the hospital. Judith told the doctors to stop my treatment. Just as I was about to die, Mark walked into the ward with Sarah and Tommy in his arms. He tossed five dollars at me. “Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years.” That was when I realized Mark had faked his death just to be with Sarah and their love child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we went hiking together.

Megan Blanc expected her bachelorette celebration to end with laughter, hangovers, and regretful memories. What she never imagined was waking up in a stranger’s bed with a ring on her finger and a marriage certificate binding her to a man she couldn’t even remember meeting. Shaken and desperate to move on, Megan convinces herself it was nothing more than a reckless mistake. One night. One stranger. A secret she would bury forever. Especially since she was about to marry Clark Sinclair, the man she had loved and chosen. But fate had other plans. On the day she was supposed to become Clark’s wife, Megan comes face to face with the truth she tried to erase. The man she spent that night with wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Clinton Sinclair, Clark’s older brother.